Yin Zidian

Is Magic really just a wish machine?
No! In a universe where Magic truly exists, the ultimate nature of Magic must be as simple and aesthetically pleasing as the laws of physics.
This is the story of a mass-produced magical war tool who learned the ultimate nature of Magic.
But what of it?
Just as birds can fly without understanding aerodynamics, magicians can use Magic without grasping its ultimate nature.
Learning the ultimate nature of Magic doesn't mean the tool can instantly transform into a great magician.
But yearning for knowledge is a human instinct, and curiosity is the primary driving force of human civilization. Even for Magic, which should seemingly defy explanation, humans hope to understand its inherent operational laws.
The pursuit of Magic's ultimate nature requires no reason!
The story in this book takes place in an era where steel and gunpowder dance together.
Here, firearms are on the rise; armor remains the main character; military theory is changing rapidly, with endless innovations in systems and techniques. And this world has something more than ours: Magic.
The world is undergoing a profound transformation, and no one can remain detached from it...

Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters

Outside the palace tent, it was very cold; inside, it was very warm. Yet Winters was burning with anxiety, not daring to stay for even a moment.


"Why are you here?" Winters tried to get up.


Erhulan hurriedly supported Winters, her voice barely audible, "I've been here the whole time."


Winters stumbled as he reached for his clothes, not daring to meet Erhulan's eyes, because in truth, the White Lion had already informed him: Erhulan was in Qingqiu.


"The hunting outfit you took off has been stained with blood." Erhulan gracefully picked up the clothing, helping Winters dress, "This is a new set; I'm not sure if it will fit."


All Winters could do was softly murmur "Mm-hmm," in response.


Dressing in winter was a painful affair, especially with undergarments. The fabric, devoid of warmth, would be as cold as ice and as hard as stone, making the process of putting them on feel like being dipped in icy water.


Chapter 39: The Hunt (10)